While I have settled into life in New England and gotten comfortable with the routine and people, there are still little things that throw me for a loop. I was out at the bar last week to watch the football games with coworkers, when I ordered a vodka tonic. The bartender asked what brand and I told him rail. He looked at me like I was speaking Latin.
Apparently the cheap drinks here are called well drinks, and also now everyone knows I'm not Grey Goose-classy. Just keeping it real, people.